It has been a week to make me appreciate most of the others. Snoop agrees and right now he is looking for me to come join him in bed (that when I just got up not that long ago.) He thinks of it this way (nice to know a pussycat this well). I have been fed, I have had water, I got to drink the last of the milk in your bowl from your breakfast. I am good to go. Reality is after feeding the cat, the dog and sneaking a half a bowl of mini wheats for myself it is time to quickly race through the blog before I have to let the dog in.
Yes, I said DOG, and she is not mine. I am taking care of the whinny thing for one of my brothers, he and his wife went away for a well deserved break. (and I thought Snoop was spoiled, granted Snoop is the one on the bed screaming for mama to join him) Actually the dog has it all figured out. She is trying to convince me I need a revolving door on the front of the house so she can come and go at will. I am considering it for the short term, but nixing it out of sheer tenacity. She starts her day off at 7… whimper, whimper, woof, WOOF… time to let out the dog. Feed the dog. Feed the cat. Give the dog milk and fresh water. Give the dog goodies. Give the dog a talking to for eating the cat’s food. Get out more food for cat. Out with the dog, in with the dog, out with the dog, in with the dog, etc. Afternoon more goodies for the dog, more in and out. Evening… feed the dog, more in and out. Goodies. Feed the cat before bedtime, and bedtime treats for the dog. During all those times, whimper, woof… I know she misses her mommy and daddy, but much more of that and I am going to stuff her mouth with cotton and duct tape it closed.
Snoop is taking it in stride, he really loves going through 2 – 3 cans of cat food each day, and having to share the milk at the bottom of the cereal bowl. He thinks it a hoot that mommy gives puppy belly rubs that should be his. But there are quirks to the whole thing. He got to mooch a couple kibblets, which mama told him was bad so he didn’t touch the dog dish anymore (or any less). He jumps up on mama while she is trying to work and purrs (I swear that tongue I saw him stick out at the dog was a raspberry and not a kitty kiss). He almost got bit when the dog jumped and barked at him in warning when he came up behind her once, but to be fair, there might have been a claw in someone’s rear involved. (gave them both a lecture on that one.) Snoop looked real contrite. (Not) Dog looked like she was sorry. (Choke)
All this on the week of the launch. We held our party, which was great, BTW, (both dog and cat whimpered and whined all the way through). I think people had fun and I ran out of packaging so I have to head for the city to get more when it is time to send it off. Barb did a very nice review of Return of the Legend on The Reading Cafe, (BTW Barb, those princes all belong to Garoldth, and I swear he much have been the only Elf who fathered children in the Free Lands) Elrohir is the Crown Prince of the High Elven Kingdom, and soon to be King. He has a surprise coming soon too.
I finished writing and reworking ‘King’s Daughter’ and am closing in on the 65% mark of ‘Luthien’s Song’ yes, the ending is coming fast and I have a feeling I will be into reworking it by the end of the month if not sooner. The bad news is the following book and First Contact is beginning to try to pick the locks in my head to break out of their rooms. Sigh. What can I say. Well, I have four chapters to type out on ‘Luthien’s Song’ today so I better sign off here and get busy. Until next week, be good. As for me, Wednesday will be a good day as the mama and papa of the pooch are coming home.